Chapter 274: The Road Bites Back
The Capital's war machine ran on careful planning and flawless logistics. General Marek was not commanding a mindless horde of beasts.
He commanded disciplined human soldiers who required a highly calculated intake of calories, clean water, and maintained equipment to function.
At dawn on the fourth day of the siege, the main supply convoy never arrived.
Marek stood inside his command tent, studying a map of the Bastion Nine valley. His senior quartermaster entered through the canvas flap, carrying a blank ledger.
The officer reported a small delay on the southern trade road. A heavy transport carriage had supposedly broken an axle ten miles away. It was a normal problem. Marek nodded and ordered the soldiers to reduce their morning rations.
Two hours later, the second convoy missed its checkpoint.
By noon, the third convoy had also failed to arrive. It was carrying the heavy timber needed to reinforce the siege engines.
